Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1210 - 1032: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1210: Chapter 1032: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

"Dongdong, can your dad eat this much? Why are you serving such a big bowl?" Mrs. Ma asked.

Mrs. Niu also questioned, "Exactly, it’ll be a waste if he can’t finish it."

Wu Dongdong said, "If he can’t finish, I can just give it to the chickens and ducks in the yard, isn’t that the same?"

Mrs. Niu frowned, "But with dad’s illness, could it be passed on to the chickens and ducks? If they catch it, and then we eat them later on, wouldn’t we get infected with something..."

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Ma said, "Chickens are birds, and the disease they pass on to us should be called ’bird-transmitted disease,’ right?"

Wu Dongdong felt somewhat frustrated, "If dad doesn’t finish it, I’ll eat the rest. Is that okay now?"

Mrs. Niu and Mrs. Ma looked at each other, not knowing what else to say to Wu Dongdong, and Mrs. Niu then asked, "How’s dad doing now?"

Wu Dongdong responded, "You would know if you went to take a look."

"This..." Mrs. Niu was embarrassed, and so was Mrs. Ma. Mrs. Ma turned away to wash dishes, while Mrs. Niu said sullenly, "Let’s forget it then, I... still have things to do in the field. Dongdong, you take good care of dad."

...

Auntie Zhao sat in front of the mirror.

It had been a long time since she last looked at herself in the mirror, and even longer since she had put on makeup.

Zhao Datu had complained about her neglecting her appearance before, but she didn’t care. Why should village women fuss over their looks? Such vanity was for seducing men, something she considered vulgar and beneath her.

But today was different. Auntie Zhao felt she was about to become the village head’s wife and needed to look the part. If not, she would not do justice to the status of the village head’s wife. So, she combed her hair into a fancy style and applied some rouge that she had bought at the market the day before. To tell the truth, she didn’t know much about rouge, only that redder was better.

After applying it, she looked at herself in the mirror and thought that although she looked a bit like a monkey’s bottom, there was nothing wrong with that. Isn’t that how women look after applying rouge?

After finishing with her face, she changed into a new outfit and then stepped out, encountering Lanlan on her way out. Lanlan didn’t notice Auntie Zhao and just walked past her.

Auntie Zhao wasn’t discouraged and still called out, "Lanlan, where are you off to so early in the morning?"

Lanlan was already put off by the voice; since when was Auntie Zhao ever so gentle? She turned around and when she saw Auntie Zhao, she was so startled that she plopped down on the ground!

"Aun-Auntie, you..." Lanlan’s exaggerated reaction made Auntie Zhao a bit angry, "What’s the matter, it’s just a bit of rouge, isn’t it? No need to make such a fuss."

Lanlan still looked terrified, "Auntie, isn’t that too red?"

"Is it? It’s just that I don’t usually wear rouge, so you’re not used to it, right?" Auntie Zhao turned and went towards the front room. Today it was Auntie Zhao Number Two’s turn to cook breakfast. Seeing Auntie Zhao Number Two’s back, Auntie Zhao walked over and even twirled around in front of her.

But Auntie Zhao Number Two was busy cooking and didn’t look up, which made Auntie Zhao glare at her, thinking that both her nieces were all the same—never meek, nor did they have the courage to even lift their heads.

Not until Auntie Zhao cleared her throat "ahem, ahem" did Auntie Zhao Number Two finally look up. But as soon as she did, she got such a fright that the kitchen knife she was holding slipped, clanging as it fell to the floor. Luckily, the blunt side of the knife landed on her foot, or she might have injured herself.